Lilliana came from one of the wealthiest families in Bludhaven. Yet, as shown by the Wayne family, wealthy doesn't mean you can avoid tragedy. What it does mean, is that despite tragedy you can afford to buy a cup of coffee before you go to class without worrying about the cost of either. Thats exactly what Lilliana Monroe was doing. She had already dropped her younger siblings off at their respective schools, before she swung into the Grind House Cafe. Not bothering to glance around, the young girl walked her usual path to the counter and pulled out her phone to wait to order her drink. Her mind began to wander to the day that she had ahead of her. It was a typical day for her, jam packed to the brim with no possible way of fitting anything else in her schedule. Knowing her life though, something would happen that she would be forced to fit into her schedule. Lilliana began to mentally check things off in her head. First she had her classes, today's were Cognitive and Developmental Psychology. Second, she had to get her homework done on her lunch break, before heading off to the gym. The rest of the day would be consumed by picking up her younger siblings up from their school, and helping them with homework, before cooking dinner and doing some cleaning. You would think the day would end there, but it was the halfway point for her. After she put the kids to bed, she would 'retire' to her room, where she would sneak out the window under the guise of the Bluejay. She had been donning the blue wig and mask for over 6 years now. She started when she was 14, after she first saw the Boy Wonder by the Bats' side. To her, it didn't matter if he had a mentor or proper training, if someone else could do it, why couldn't she. Lilliana got her ass kicked constantly, but she felt like it had to be done. She earned quite the rep as the little blue bird. At this point she even struck up a partnership the the Nightwing. They had started working together about three years ago when the former robin showed up in her town. She bit her lip thinking about the acrobat, he took a pretty hard hit last night form a thug. Lilliana wondered if he was doing okay. They had been working together for a while now, and she still had no idea who he was. Still, it was better that way. It kept everyone safe.
"What will you be have sweetheart?" Liliana looked up from her phone to find a young man on the other side of the counter, he looked Lilliana up and down before settling on the area below her chin. Lilliana shifted her bad on her arm, before pulling her jacket shut across her chest.
"Large Salted Carmel Mocha, and a chocolate croissant." Lilliana watched the young man smirk before typing her order in.
"Thats pretty typical, huh? Anything else for you, my phone number perhaps?" He leaned on the counter, and got way to close for comfort.
"Large black coffee, and a bagel." Lilliana pulled some cash out of her wallet and handed it to the man. "Thanks." While the skeevy barista went to go make the order, the objectified girl sent a quick text message out on her phone. It wasn't long before the bell on the door rang, and Lilliana felt a arm wrap around her shoulder, and she smiled before tucking her phone into her purse. The barista turned around and scowled before handing out the drinks.
"Mocha and croissant for the frigid bitch-" He handed the coffee to Lilliana, before going to grab the black coffee. Lilliana accepted the coffee without comment, before handing it to the man with his arm draped over her.
"Babe, heres' your coffee." Lilliana grabbed her black coffee before moving to the exit of the shop. Dick paused to reach into his jean pocket and grabbing a handful of change. He dropped it into the tip jar with a wink, before sipping his Carmel Mocha, and following Lilianna out of the door. Dick walked around to the driver's side of his car, and balanced his coffee as he climbed in. As soon as the door was shut, his passenger yelled, "You barista shouldn't be an ass, if your buying coffee you clearly haven't had any yet." Lilliana leaned back into the leather seat, before taking large drink of her hot beverage.
"He must be new if he thinks being a creep will get him numbers." Dick started the car towards their college campus.
"Plus, you could see he thought we were dating." Lilliana began to ate her bagel.
"You know I'd be your boyfriend anyday Ana, you don't have to send a 911 text." Dick reached over and pulled a piece of bagel off and popped it in his mouth, before finding a parking space in the campus. Lilliana just sighed.
"Dick, we've talked about this." They duo climbed out of the car, and began walking towards the building. "I'm just too busy."
"Won't make me stop asking. I just need one date to change your mind!" Dick tossed his empty cup in a trashcan along the path.
"Aunt Gina needs help with the kids, Blake started 2ed grade this year, and she can hardly keep up." Ana ducked underneath of Dick's arm as he opened the door to the building.
"I can always help with the kids, I have some experience babysitting my little brother who can be a bit of a devil." Dick smirked, as they paused outside of Lilliana's classroom. He didn't have to tell her that last time he babysat it ended up with Damien tied up, and Dick with a sword though his thigh. Lilliana smiled and opened the door.
"I wish I could Dicky."
"Ahh thats alright, Do you need a ride home?" Dick let the topic switch with ease.
"No I have one today, I'm free for lunch though? There's that new diner on campus that opened up, and we haven't gone yet." Dick nodded and moved to let Lilliana inside of her classroom.
"It's a date!" Dick hollered as he went to go walk to his class.
"It's not a date!" They both chuckled as they walked away from each other.
"Have you all done your homework?" Lilliana screamed though the apartment. She pushed at her short hair, trying to tuck the curls behind her ear. She looked around the apartment trying to find the children. They were fortunate enough to own the apartment, given the rent prices in the city and their large family. She spun back around and tried to tame the pots that were on the stove. "Regardless, Dinner's done!" And with that, the children began to come into the kitchen.
At first you had the set of twins. Mallory and James were always together. They were born together 11 years ago, and had both grown so much into themselves. Even if their self both happened to be studious kids, who were into mystery and crime shows. Mallory's glasses fogged as she walked into the heated kitchen. Her long brown hair, was tied up out of her face and a book was tucked under her arm. James scrolled through his phone, nearly walking into the counter.
"Mal, have you considered their age yet?" James jumped into the seat at the counter, glancing up from his phone.
"We don't know how old they were when started James." Mal made them both a plate before joining her twin at the counter.
"You guys still working on who the Birds are?" Ana winked before handing them both a glass of water. Reaching down to pick up the little girl that ran up to her, she sat her in a chair before giving her a fixed plate and some water.
"They are, uh, they are working on finding out who Bluejay-" She shoved a forkful of food in her mouth, "-and Nightwing are." Lilianna chucked and tightened the pigtails of the youngest child. Lucy was only a year old when their parents were killed, but she was growing into a hopeful 6 year old.
"Who do you think they are Lu?" Blake entered the room, his hands covered in paint. He sat down next to his little sister, even if he was only a year older.
"Blake, wash your hands." Lilliana had to constantly remind the boy to remove paint from his hand, as he was always elbow deep in some project of his.
"A princess and a prince." Lucy giggled.
"Thats crazy. Theres no-" James started to say, before Lilliana hit the back of his head with a wash cloth. The oldest sister grabbed another plate of food before walking down the hall, and slamming on the door where loud music was emitting through the door.
"Nicky!" Ana heard some shuffling on the other side of the door, and when it opened the last sibling in the house was hiding.
"What Ana?" Nick wiped his forehead on a towel that was in his hand. It was clear that he had just been working out.
"Since your too busy to join us, I thought I'd bring you dinner." Lilliana held out the plate of food.
"No. I have to make weight in a week, I've been trying to cut down." Nick went to go shut the door, but Lilliana stuck her shoe in the door holding it open.
"Fine, but can you pick up the Mal and James tomorrow? I have a meeting with Blake's teacher." Nick rolled his eyes and agreed before nudging Ana's foot out and shutting the door. Lilliana let out a sigh, before walking up the stairs to the second level of the apartment. She walked up to her Aunt's door before slowlyley opening the door. "Aunt Gina?" Looking around the room, Lilliana wanted to feel annoyed but instead felt sorrow. It was dusty, and most the furniture was outdated.
"Jenny is that you?" Aunt Gina came around the corner, and stared at Lilliana.
"No its me, Ana. I have dinner." Setting the food down on her Aunt's desk, she walked over to the curtains and pulled them back. "You really should let the light in, you might feel better." Her aunt ran up behind her and pulled them back shut.
"Jenny, you'll let the owls in!" Her aunt quickly moved back to the shadows. "You can't let the owls in." Lilliana grabbed the plate from the night prior, and exited the room. Lilliana leaned against the door to rest for a moment. Five years ago when her parents, Steve and Jenny Monroe, were killed in a car crash, Lilliana was only 16. Their mother's sister Gina came to live with them to keep the children together, as was their parents will. Once she arrived, Lilliana found that the death of her sister was much more than Gina could handle. After a few weeks it was clear that she couldn't handle raising a bunch of children. The role was quickly taken by Lilliana. Now that she's 21, it didn't matter much that her aunt was unable to raise children, but it was still kept a secret that it was the eldest Monroe that ran the entire household. It was no matter that it was no life for a child to live. During the ages where she was suppose to make mistakes and have fun, she burdened herself with raising her five younger siblings and her crazy aunt, not to mention guarding the city every night. Plus now she was working on her psych degree. She glanced at her watch. Just a few more hours until she was free.
Hey guys! I've been running this idea in my brain for a while and thought I would type it up. I know I tossed alot of people at you in this one so let me give you a little guide real quick for the siblings. Please let me know what you think of this chapter and let me know if this sounds lilke a story y'all would like to read!
The Monroe Siblings:
Lilianna / Ana / Bluejay : Age 21
Nick : Age 16
Mallory / Mal : Age 11
James : Age 11
Blake : Age 7
Lucy : Age 6